Two effective punches.
One to the face, one to the abdomen.
Just like that, Ging's already slim chances of victory had basically been shattered.
Under normal circumstances, even if Moyu had gained a clear advantage, he would still have remained wary of Ging's talent.
But because of Number One Player's sealing ability, Moyu at least didn't have to worry about Ging pulling out another trump card, nor did he need to consider how many offensive Nen Abilities Ging had mastered so far.
In any case, under the sealing debuff, Ging couldn't use a single one of his Nen Abilities. He could only use some unknown Nen Ability randomly assigned by Number One Player.
So, in a sense, after using Number One Player, Ging could be said to have given up part of his own advantage.
Or rather, the very existence of this ability inherently counterbalanced everything Ging had accumulated in regard to Nen Abilities over the years.
As for why Ging had developed this kind of Nen Ability...
The possibilities Moyu could think of were probably that Ging had always upheld the philosophy of enjoying the scenery along the way, or perhaps he simply loved the sense of the unknown brought by randomness.
In any case, Moyu didn't care whether Ging could enjoy this game-like duel. All he had to do was ensure victory.
Therefore, no matter what, he wouldn't let Ging touch that flame-shaped mass of aura...
Ging, Ging, don't blame me for being too ruthless. You were the one who started by playing dirty.
Moyu muttered to himself inwardly without stopping the motion of shaking Ring Chime. As the wind chimes rang, he pressed toward where Ging would land.
The situation was already crystal clear. As long as Moyu gave him no chance, even if Ging had three